This is a song about "Sam and nick"

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

But in fact all u needs is a nick and a small flick, just to fall like a broken stick.

So drop the slam and lets get sick

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

Where you welcome to problems

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Like as if i didn’t know man

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Mix my guiness with a dr. pepper

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

They claim it as their own, africa